❪ introlog: #2 ❫ THE CALM.

[natha]

OVERFLOW

You have spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Perhaps you’ve made some friends (or maybe an enemy or two). Either way, you aren’t expected to spend all of your time on the Station. El Nysa needs you, after all, and you promised you’d help the planet thrive. Are you ready? Submit any AC eligible thread of participating in this log's prompts for Two (2) Olympia REP points HERE. TRAVEL LIGHT     You're really lucky, new refugee. Because of the efforts of those that came before you, your own descent into El Nysa will be quick and relatively painless. You get to reap the benefits of others' experience. Those that came before you are all well-versed in the art of teleportation now, and descending into El Nysa is simply a concentrated thought away. A teleporter has been placed in the common areas to help the new refugees descend, but for this first time, you're going to need a little guidance. You're going to need to take the hand of someone who has been on El Nysa for a while now and learn the ropes. Hold on tight, Refugee, and don't be afraid when the blinding light hits you. The actual journey will feel like a sudden whiplash— painless, but sudden, and maybe a little nauseating. Keeping your balance may be difficult, and it’s possible you might end up toppling onto your poor partner. Hopefully you’re at least thankful. You have landed in a back alley in the Residential District of Olympia. HOME SWEET HOME     Immediately, you notice that everything you've been told about El Nysa is true. There are people of all races here, and although no one bats an eye at your appearance as you enter the district, a member of the Royal Guard asks for your passport. They have a keen eye, and can tell that although you may be a new refugee to their city, they've never seen you before. Certain rumors of an outside force making preparations to do some major damage has them particularly on edge. It's a good thing the Orbiters made sure you have an Olympian passport ready to go. You present it, and with a small nod, the Guard says nothing more and slaps a patch on your chest; to your surprise, it reads: Hello! My name is ________________! I am in House #___! Are you my housemate? ... No matter how much you try, there's no removing this sticker. "It'll come off tomorrow," says the guardkeep. "Lots of refugees here, limited housing. It's an easy way to get to know the people you're living with. Though, if you ask me, why are we accepting so many foreigners when so many want to watch this city burn? Well, I don’t give the orders." If someone greets you, the message on the patch will magically change: Secretly, I _____, _____, and _____! What are yours? There's no telling how they'd known these things, but it likely has to do with Zasere. AGAIN. It may be a good idea to get situated in your new home and set down some ground rules with your roommates. There is also, of course, much of Olympia to explore. FLONA COVE     Word around the city is that one very cute and enthusiastic Olympian, You Watanabe, has been asking around earnestly for the nearest place to find some coastal fun. It didn't take long before a few locals pointed her in the direction of Flona Cove. Maybe it’s a good idea to check out the area. There are only a few more days left of summer, after all. Even if you're not the beach type, exploring a new area certainly can't hurt your understanding of El Nysa. Flona Cove is just a quick train ride away. BEACH PARTY: Chances are, you've heard about the beach party being organized by You Watanabe, whether it be from her directly or someone who knows her. A lot of careful planning has gone into it, and it looks like a great time, so why not check it out? Full speed ahead towards a great time! There's plenty of food for everyone, and plenty of watermelons that need splitting! 1. Various food vendors from around Flona Cove have agreed to offer free food for the new refugees, and they line the shoreline near the harbor, enthusiastically offering goodies such as seafood kabobs, ice cream, fresh fruit (including whole watermelons!), and hot dogs. You Watanabe herself has a grill where she’s cheerfully serving up her trademark "Niceoodles" yakisoba as well as other Japanese food like takoyaki and rice. What makes her noodles so nice? It’s obviously the cheerful smiley-face sun drawn on the omelette. In exchange, the chefs and vendors only ask that you spread the word, though most of them have buckets for donations if you want to help chip back in. After the party is all done, however, there seem to be plenty of dishes that need doing, all in a big pile. You herself is working on getting through the mountain of dishes, but maybe you could lend a hand? 2. It's just not a beach party without the traditional watermelon splitting! For those of you who don't come from modern Japan on Earth, it might be perplexing at first seeing the literal mountain of watermelons grown with the help of Keyleth, another recent Olympian. If the bat-like sticks and blindfolds next to them don’t explain the purpose, though, you might just sit back and watch as a brave competitor sets a watermelon on the sand, ties a blindfold around their eyes, and has people start yelling at them which way to go. They consider the shouts of the crowd, take a swing... and strike nothing but sand. Perhaps you can do better? There are beach activities galore. Now's the time to build the sandcastle of your dreams or play a game of beach volleyball. Maybe you're brave enough to surf the waves, or you’d just like to enjoy a swim. Mom friends who just want to lounge in the sun and read a book while working on their tan are welcome too, of course. BENEATH THE SURFACE: 1. Diving beneath the waters in Flona Cove yield a whole new world on its own. Rent a scuba suit and take a trip to explore the corals, and you may even be lucky enough to run into a playful school of dolphins. Be careful-- they tend to get carried away and will happily drag swimmers for a wild ride. 2. You might want a boat for this scuba adventure, unless you're a strong swimmer. Venture deeper into the ocean, farther away from the coast, and adventurers will find some interesting stuff. Two miles southwest of the harbor, deep, deep into the watery abyss, lies a shipwreck. Exploring through the various rooms of the ship yields a few knick-knacks here and there-- rusted spare parts, cracked tea sets... a surprisingly well-preserved pin-up painting of Koralle? The real treasure awaits for those who have the courage to swim beneath the ship's hull. Here, covered in algae and debris, lies the skeletal corpse of a winged, fanged, clawed beast. This is only a distant memory of its former glory, as nothing but bones are left, but something— something brilliant, catches your eye. Those hundreds of teeth are not bone, but a material so lustrous and pure, it nearly blinds. It will take some work, but with persistence and strength, it is possible to extract a tooth. Those that work in Simwe Institute or The Sanctuary may find it beneficial to take an extra for their boss— this is definitely something that is of interest to study. 3. Olympians love their luxury. There's nothing more luxurious than a secluded lagoon, the water at just the perfect temperature and pristine. This is one of the most sought-after spots for the natives, but when you come across it, it is completely peaceful and empty. For the tourists? Well, this place simply gets overlooked due to its distance from the main beaches. It's also relatively hidden. Soon you start feeling oddly friendly? Cupid’s Pool is also described by the people of Olympia as the touchy-feely pool. It has an inherent property that makes those who soak in it crave physical affection. Chances are you probably wanted to know this before you decided to take a dip, huh? (Please warn for threads appropriately) EARN SOME SILVER     1. While many of the locals came together to offer their hands to provide a bit of entertainment for the surge in tourism, that isn’t to state that they’re fully staffed. Have a few hours to spare? They're willing to pay for your help. Maybe you’re just the cooking champ they needed? The lifeguard who showed up just in time? Or the star salesman at their humble accessory shop so desired? 2. The man who approaches you is even offering more than most of the vendors down the street. Sure, the guy and his entourage look kind of shady, but money is money, isn't it? If you accept, he’ll shove a strange swimsuit or two your way and lead you to the dressing room. What kind of job is this? Modeling, he says. Hopefully you aren’t camera shy! Hey there, hot stuff. I like your look. Or maybe it's your... aura? Either way, I like what you're working with. How about you flaunt what you've got for some fat silver stacks? He also wants to be able to test your charm, and is willing to pay a whopping 400 silver in exchange. He may even ask you to go "talk" (did you hear him say "hit on"?) to a couple of people, and “sell” yourself. Whatever that means... Incidentally, he says he’ll give you a signal once you get a pass. Feels like forever, doesn’t it? 3. Once night begins to fall and the people gradually begin to clear out, you’ll notice something... odd. There are some shady looking people around, and maybe you’ve been hearing whispers all day about a certain "fight club." Initially, no one will tell you a time or location, but if you are persistent, your efforts will pay off. Perhaps in light of helping a vendor clear out their stall or assisting that one Olympian native in distress, they’re willing to tell you a few things about this exclusive club. They explain to you that it’s been a long-standing tradition of Olympia. Secret fight clubs. A place for people to stretch their wings and their fists. Moreover, the pay off seems to be pretty good! Though, they warn you that there are some aggressive competitors out there this time around. Things have been tough politically for a while now, and there is much unrest among the people. What better way to blow off some steam than to beat someone up and make a bit of bank! Fights are not to the death, simply until a knock out, but accidents (and "accidents") do happen. Finding the crowd of people will take some searching, even with directions. They meet along the northern coast of Flona, by following a path leading underground, well away from any civilization. Once you’re there, why not participate? You may find yourself facing off against a fellow refugee. OOC     An AC-eligible thread for 2 OLYMPIAN REP POINTS may be submitted from this log. SUBMIT THE THREAD HERE by OCTOBER 15 11:59 PM EST. In the event of CAPTCHA, we will be providing an overflow. In the event of a second CAPTCHA, players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals. These threads remain eligible for AC, AC Rewards, and REP. 1 SILVER = 1 US DOLLAR. QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● world ● map ● reputation ● npcs taken ● reserves ● application calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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Senren Lavellan | Dragon Age

[heraldsdawn]

I want to hold your haaaaaand

[ With the new refugees awake and now apparently ready to go as of the Orbiters say so, Senren is already waiting by the transporter to help out. He remembers when they arrived here over a month ago. How disorganized they were and how they were all left in confusion. They had time to adapt now and while the knowledge of losing their world was something they'd have to deal with everyday; they needed to be strong for the second wave and probably every wave after. At least, he feels the need to be strong for these people. It's just how he is.

So when he's approached at the teleporter he offers a smile. It's bright and welcoming and all he does is hold out his hand.]

Trust me, you'll be fine. Believe me when I got here they just dropped us from the sky.

Beach Party

[ It's funny how easy it is to forget your problems when you look out at the sea. The smell of sea air and water filling his lungs Senren goes back and forth between different things. Currently, dressed in a very simple (the guy on the left) pair of breeches for the beach he remains otherwise uncovered. If anything someone should put a shirt on him at how pale this guy is.

Regardless, he can currently be found being a giant nerd building a sand castle. For whatever reason that took him over he's trying to replicate a certain fortress. When he looks up to someone there's a smile as he tilts his head. ]

Want to join? I'm having trouble with the west towers.

Beneath the surface
[ So, he's interested in diving down beneath the water. Problem though;

he's not sure how this gear works. He's just holding it limply in his hands as he looks over the side. He looks back and forth a few times before finally he turns his attention to someone nearby. Hopefully, they knew how to get this gear to work.]

So...any ideas on what we're suppose to do with this? They didn't exactly explain how.

Wild card
[ [ talk to me at plurk @christhehost if you want something custom! Im down for anything ]

handholding!

[likethelight]

[ Admittedly, being told to partner up with a stranger to hold hands with him for the trip down seems a little strange to Allen... but then, he's also been through a lot stranger. It's just a little awkward to just go up to someone like that. (Best just to paste a bright smile on himself and just go up and ask—! Even if it kills him a little inside.)

So he's rather noticeably relieved when the other man smiles back so easily—although admittedly his own smile slips a bit and he raises an eyebrow at that. ]

I'm sorry, "dropped from the sky"?

[ Aren't they... terribly far up?? ]

[heraldsdawn]

[ Ah. The look he expected. Admittedly when you think about it, it definitely does sound intimidating when someone mentions they were dropped from the sky.

Scratch that, it sounds terrifying. However, Lavellan doesn't need to scare this poor boy more by looking nervous himself. So, his smile still remains despite the other faltering. ]

I did, but don't worry. We were in protective pods at the time so there was no real harm. [ Lies, but, this one doesn't need to know that. ]

It won't be that way this time, all right? Trust me. [ and he holds it out the hand a bit more. Come ooooon, take it. ]

beach party!

[decisions]

[ percy is ill-dressed for the beach, mostly because the beach isn't usually his scene, but scoping out this place is a necessary evil, which means looking at everything. at least he's had half a mind to remove his coat, folded up under his arm with sleeves and pant legs rolled up as he moves with care through the sand around the castle, observing it curiously. ]

Looks like you've tasked yourself with quite the design already.

[ he can tell just by how much space is being dedicated to the project. he carefully places his coat down and crouches a bit to get a closer look. sure, it's a castle made of sand, but really, there's not much else to do but fumble around in the dark until he gets his proper footing. this is better than that, for now. ]

Could do with some more water to start... [ he looks up over his glasses. ] But I'd be happy to help.

[heraldsdawn]

[ Normally, Lavellan wouldn't be so relaxed, but then again he isn't in much of a position of leadership anymore either. The Storm still was a far off problem so he was trying to learn to be a bit normal again. He just has to ignore the giant glowing mark on his palm.

Still, when he looks at Percival's outdoor wear for the beach he can't help but give a wry grin. He wonders how the other doesn't boil in those layers still.

At the other offering to help join in the grin spreads a bit more. ]

Excellent. We can even talk more and about things that aren't so doom and gloom.

They tend to be very depressing talks.

[ All the better really.

There is a pail nearby filled with water and well, he just dumps it onto some sand nearby for construction materials. ]

Beach party

[rhygret]

Are kidding?? Yeah--I mean, definitely. I've never actually built a sand castle before but it can't be that difficult.

[ ANYTHING FOR HIS INQUISITOR which is to say that Rhys isn't expecting to be invited to join and help out when he sees Lavellan working on his sand castle. He figured he'd say hi, ask how it was going and be on his way. Having the offer to stay and participate extended to him make Rhys light up with a happy sort of surprise, already running a hand back through his hair. ]

You got an extra bucket or shovel?

[heraldsdawn]

Neither have I so it'll be challenge.

[ And he's never said no to a challenge. As for inviting Rhys; well, the man has shown to be pleasant to be around if a bit...odd. Yes, that was the polite way of saying it. Definitely an oddball. But, he's friends with a bunch of oddballs so where is he to judge.

There's a hand that's extended out to the spot across from him offering Rhys a seat and there is a shovel and bucket just waiting for him.]

Just careful with that arm of yours. I'm not sure sand and gears mix well. [ Since that's how that arm has to work, right? Gears? ]

beach party!

[buildindreemz]

[ Ariadne's bathing suit is pretty simple as well, and she finds herself intrigued by the guy with pointy ears building a rather elaborate sand castle.

Actually, she's probably going to be a pedant at you, sorry about that. ]

Sure. You don't have enough structural integrity yet. Sand is a weird material to work with, you have to build it up a bit more at the base.

[ She plops down in the sand to help him out. ]

[heraldsdawn]

[ It's hard not to notice a young woman hanging around examining every little detail of his would be sand castle. Ah well, he's not really minding the critique either. It was just for fun and well, he knows he isn't much of an architect. Still, he's at least glad she's joining in, whoever this woman is. ]

You'll have to forgive my craftmanship. I wasn't much of a builder back home.

I could potentially freeze it though. I don't think it's structural integrity as you called it will be poor once we're finished.

[ But, before they get into making said castle, he extends a hand out to her; ]

Nice to meet you. You can call me Senren Lavellan. Either works.

BENEATH THE SURFACE

[moneytwin]

None whatsoever.

[ The tone is cheerful as Vex takes the opportunity to close the gap now that she's been addressed. She does take a moment to peer at the equipment, curious mind immediately thinking this would be of great interest to Percy, before giving a shrug. ]

They didn't provide any instructions? Heh, and people wonder why potions of breathing are a preferred solution in these cases. [pause] Or a spell, if you have it.

[her head cants a moment, gaze sharpening, then widing with recognition.] ...Sen, wasn't it?

[heraldsdawn]

[ Now he hadn't expected to see this face again. He had thought for a short time that this woman was just apart of that odd dream world the Orbiters made.

Now he supposes not. There's a small grin as he raises his arms in a small cheerful arm shrug. ]

Ah, I see you remember me. To be quite honest, I thought you were just a dream when we met. [ The grin grows somewhat broader, his eyes reflecting that smile. ]

You would be right, my name is Sen. And you're....Vex'ahlia, yes? Good to know you're real. It's hard to find someone who thinks I'm as pretty as I do. [ Jokes aside- ]

As for these suits...well...I think they expected me to figure it out for myself. Jealous of my ears I'm sure.

Beach party!

[vorrutyer]

Well, and rightly so. Who puts towers on their castles?

[ Byerly Vorrutyer - handsome, dashing, scantily clad in nothing more than a skimpy swimsuit - is not willing to join in the building of a sandcastle. But oh, he's perfectly happy to critique. ]

They're so beastly drafty. Tear the things down, I say. Build a sensible manor house instead. Modernized, with central heating and cooling and a climate-controlled wine cellar and proper force-shields to ward off projectiles.

[heraldsdawn]

[ Never has he met a man who had to critique about everything than Dorian. Today, was the day he met someone equal to that level as the Altus. There's a long blank look he gives the other as he began to name off the problems with his sand castle. Sure, they were handsome but how looks get soured when the first words are completely off putting.

There are several things he'd like to say but finally he just smiles though it lacks some of it's usual warmth. ]

I'm afraid the magic required for such a feat is innumerably impossible at the time. As for it being a manor, well, I'm sure it could handle a few fire balls if it had such shields but it hardly would hold up against an army.

As for the towers it helps the sentries keep an eye out for said enemy armies.

the hand one & i'm sorry

[deathproofs]

( this entire place is a disaster. reaper is mad. but, no . . . that's not quite right. he's furious. for more than just one reason. when he finally touches down, he's practically livid. a walking cloud of rage. not that there's ever a good time to talk with reaper, but now is definitely the wrong time. there's someone there. waiting. looking annoying. speaking to him as if it's useful information.

reaper stares hard at the elf. his expression is hidden by his mask, but even with it it's obvious he's pissed. he has no patience for this at all. so, no. sorry. he won't be accepting that hand. )

You have to be kidding me.

never be sorry

[heraldsdawn]

[ Not many people manage to get Lavellan to go from smiling and cheerful to stoic and cold in under three seconds.

But when they do, they're usually an asshole. Which arguably this man is. He doesn't even say anything, the hand just retracts instantly and his posture straightens. His arms fold over one another and he just arches a brow at the other like he was dealing with an extremely rude child.

Which who knows, this man could be. ]

Than I guess you can live up here.

Beach Party!!

[poolhall_killer]

[Two books and a short nap later, Venom's about ready to leave his comfy shaded spot. But only temporarily. Maybe to get something to eat and then back to reading. He gets up and stretches his legs, taking a look around the semi-crowded beach. It's beautiful, unlike any beaches on earth.

But one thing catches his attention: a sand castle. Okay he has to check this out, if not because he's never seen one in the making.

He makes his way over, watching the familiar young man work his magic on the sand.]

I'm not sure if I'd be any help. I've never worked with sand before.

[He kneels down to feel it, noting how it clumps when squeezed.]

[heraldsdawn]

[ Ah so it's this young man again. The one with the...veeeery interesting name. He smiles in turn as they take a knee before looking back to his castle to keep working. ]

That'll be the two of us than. This is about my fifth attempt.

How've you been since we last met?

beach party

[idealog]

[ It's always nice to see a familiar face. This whole beach party thing is new and exciting, if annoyingly sandy. 9S has on a pair of flip-flops, which means he can't complain about sand getting in his boots for once. He's been to some weird ruins in the sand before, but he's never seen a miniature building made out of sand.

9S crouches down, putting his hands on his knees. ]

Do you make stuff like this often?

[heraldsdawn]

[ While the face may be familiar for 9s, this boy doesn't look at all familiar to him. They hadn't actually met in person yet after all. Still, he's not one to turn a person away when they show some interest in what he's doing. Lavellan looks to the boy with white hair giving a curious look at the blindfold on their face.

Still he'll ignore it for the time being to answer the question; ]

Only in recent months. I never really had time for anything like this back home. My time was not really my own.

[ There's a bit of a cant to his head as he grins. ]

Would you like to join in?

beneath the surface

[judicia]

( Fortunately for Lavellan, Anders has already pestered someone with that very same question. So, when he turns and admits to the other mage that he's at a loss with what do with his gear, Anders sets his own aside and moves to help him, already donned in his black wetsuit and BCD. )

You're supposed to put it on before going into the water. ( He answers, looking very pleased with himself for giving such an unhelpful answer. It doesn't last for long, though — since he does actually want to assist Senren in not drowning. )

I can show you how, if you'd like.

[heraldsdawn]

[ Oh boy. Anders once more. There's a small pause as they step over to him. For a man he knew to be possessed he certainly didn't act like it. And well...he's all about giving second chances and all so...here he goes? ]

I gathered that much but I just don't know how. [ There's a flat look he gives the other at that answer though. Like honestly?

But the offer to be shown how...well...he can't say no, can he? Not if he wants to breathe at the end of the day. ]

Yes, please. I'd prefer not to be a drowned corpse.

beach

[flashystyle]

Now, I know Cullen's roof has quite the hole in it... this might be too exaggerated.

[Dorian slows to a stop as he reaches Senren and his work in progress, his hands full with a glass in each. One obviously belongs to him, as it's around halfway empty already. Both have umbrellas.]

Clearly you need an esteemed connoisseurin the art of sand architecture, so who would I be if I denied you? But... you'll have to relieve me of one of these.

[heraldsdawn]

Dorian, if I put a hole in the roof the whole structure would collapse.

[ And he's worked really hard on it to make it look as nice as possible. He will not let a hole in the roof ruin the work.

But, he see's both of the drinks and lets something of a laugh and a shake of his head. Of course, Dorian would have two drinks. However, he is mildly surprised that he's being offered one. ]

Sharing your drinks now, Dorian? The world must've ended. [ But he will gladly reach out and take one. ]

Still, I welcome the company of such a grand art connoisseur of fine sand castles.

guess we're holding hands, then!

[rememberher]

[ The feeling of loss was still raw, still hurt all the way down to the very core of her being—heavy all the way down to her soul. So to say that they were finally free to go down to the surface of the world below, to set foot on terra firma rather than this place full of cold metal and machinery... She should be happier about this. It's some place new; a new adventure in a far off place. That's what she had wanted, right?

Just... not like this.

But she wears it well, smiling and trying her best to help partner people up. Since she had done anything but wander the stasis unit, she had time to learn a few faces. It felt good helping others find each other. A Demacian lives to help others. Even if, right now, she feels a bit dead inside, thinking about that right now.

Maybe it's that she looks leery at the teleporter, or that she's flitted around the room without actually stepping on herself. Regardless of the reason, she looks down at his hand, then back up at him, blinking a few times. ]

Oh, no, I'm not—

[ ??? ]

wait, what do you mean by "dropped"?

[ She casts an even more wary look at the teleporters behind them. Um... ]

[heraldsdawn]

[ He still battles with that despair inside constantly, but it's best to keep his mind preoccupied with helping others. It helped the pain and still, he hadn't given up hope that saving their worlds were at all possible.

But, it seems like his small joke definitely isn't taken well by this girl and he just gives something of a chuckle. As if to dispel the air of the apparent nervousness. ]

Oh well, you know, just dropped in pods. Simple really.

It's not as bad as it sounds. [ It's worse but he's trying to make no inkling that it was. ]